Newest chapter. Hope you like it and sorry for the wait. With school and my other stories I'm really swamped. But I'll try to do better. Promise. Dedicated to saintSofia. Go check her out.

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I was making a big mistake walking into the woods alone. To go any where with out informing any one was against the rules, was forbidden, but going in to the forest? That was a crime. The only time we were suppose to go into the woods ever was if you were out hunting the monsters.

I did not like calling the wolves monsters any more, if they were then they certainty would have killed me in the woods yesterday when they had the chance, not let me go free back to the town after seeing what I saw. No we were wrong, they were not monsters. But what they were I did not know but I was going to find out.

My whole life I had been told by every one who I must be and how I must behave. But I always defied all those laws that we live our lives by, becoming a hunter and behaving as a boy I made a lot of enemies in the women of our society and some of the men who thought a woman's place was in the kitchen bare foot and pregnant cooking cleaning and caring for the kids.

As much as that appealed to me, about as much as a wasp sting, I much preferred to be in the field or you know in the forest running wild and free, hunting, protecting my people from the evil that wants to harm us all. Or that's what the Elders always told us we did. That we were wonderful warriors sent by the Heavens to do war on earth for the light, blah, blah, blah. But I was beginning to wonder if maybe the Elders that we held at such high esteem were hiding some thing that they we not being exactly honest with us with the true situation at hand.

That's what I was going to do. Find the truth. And you know hide from my father so I do not have to marry that imbecile Daren. That would the death of all I was, all I am. I would never give up who I was for any thing even if it destroyed my family and my life style all together. I was Alexa Elderson, the only daughter of Marcus and Leigh-Anne Elderson, the Chief Elder, leader of our people, the Warriors of Old, and the head woman of our people. I was of noble birth, destined for greatness.

I would not be some ones wife, submissive to some man. No I would not be my mother. Who worked in the kitchen, did everything my father told her to, with out questioning his reasoning. No I was not some silly girl who needed some man to tell me what to do. No I could think for my self. Always have always will.

I waked deeper in to the woods, the trees becoming thicker and thicker almost blocking out the sun. I slowed down running, stopping trying to get my bearings back. I had never been this deep before. I always kept towards the front of the forrest, not too far in but still far enough that I could hunt with our humans finding me. I turned my head slowly side to side taking in the forestry scenery around me. Tall trees, high green grasses, soft dirt beneath my feet. Fresh air and a soft breeze blew through the trees making the surroundings feel strangely like home.

A rustling in the bushes snapped me out of my dream like state causing me to jump in alarm. Gazing over at the bushes I was overwhelmed with an sense of déjà vu, this reminded me of when I first met the strange wolf creature. Cautiously walking over to the shaking bushes I was feelied with a feeling of apprehension. What if I was wrong about the mysterious creatures my people were created to destroy. What if they were evil, were demons. What then? But maybe I was right and there was more to what the Elders were telling us. My curiosity over ruled my fear. I walked on.

Reaching the bush I thrust my hand inside it pushing the sharp branches aside reveling a grey fluffy tailed bunny rabbit. I released a breath I did not know I was holding laughing quietly at my stupidly and fear. It was a harmless bunny, so cute and cuddly. I had always wanted a rabbit, ever since watching Bambi I wanted a rabbit. I just thought that they were so cute, but my dad refused to let me have a pet, he said I would be too busy working to have time to care for an animal and of course there was the whole we are hunters and hunt animals for fun that might have deterred him from allowing it.

Sighing longingly down at the adorable creature sadness billowed through me. "Hi little guy, where's your family? I wish I could take you home with me but my father would not allow it. Any ways your probably safer out here any way, with my families history of killing innocent forrest animals I do not think you would last very long in my town." I said sadly to the little creature. In a particular way he almost reminded me of me, he was small, defenseless, insugnifant, counted out by others around him, and hunted down like game. Now I was not hunted but people still made it their life's goal to try to destroy me.

"Well little guy you'd better run off no telling what kind of fearsome creatures live in these woods looking for something tasty to eat. Go on, shoo, go hide Thumper." I shooed away the rabbit trying to get the tiny creature away from the open wood and away from larger animals who would seek to have my little friend for lunch. He finally took the hint and scurried off back into the bush. "Bye Thumper." I called after him standing up from the ground where I was crouched over talking to my little buddy.

Brushing off the dirt on my jeans dusting it from my hands. Why wouldn't my father allow me to have a rabbit? They were so cute and fluffy, the perfect pet. Much better than dogs who required walking, and brushing, and training, and constant attention. And they were just so slobbery and messy. I hated my father's dogs, they were mean and liked to attack me jumping up on me tackling me to the ground. Apparently it was hilarious, the dogs barking wildly, me screaming uncontrollably. My father jokingly told me that was the dogs way of showing me they loved me. I, on the other hand thought it was their way of slowly killing me of a heart attack.

Another rustling caught my attention but I just brushed it off to another harmless woodland creature and continued walking along the forests woodsy terrane. Not paying attention about my footing I stumbled a bit over the tree roots that were sticking out of the ground. I was getting farther and farther in, I must have been at least half way into the forrest by now. My father would be wondering where I am by now, I had been gone too long for their liking and with my ahem upcoming nuptials to Daren. Just thinking about what my 'father' was forcing me to do only brought my anger out again but with a fiercer strength. How dare he sell me like property, like a common piece of furniture to the highest bidder. I was not a prize nor a possession.

I was so worked up I slammed my fist into a tree causing it to crack under my force in the swing. Pulling my hand back gazing dumbfoundedly at the dripping blood on my nuckles. "Agh f*ck you Father, f*ck all of you in that damn town for making me marry that that that a*whole Daren, it's not fair, it's not fair." By the end of my screaming rant I was on my knees crying pounding my fists into the ground relentlessly. Why did I have to be born in such a backwards society? Why couldn't I live in a world where I have equal rights and freedoms? I long for such a world as that.

Curling up on the ground bringing my knees close tightly to my chest wrapping my arms around them and resting my cheek on my knee. I stayed in that position for what seemed like forever just rocking gently back and forth attempting to comfort myself. Man I was emotional lately, emotion was weakness, a curse, something that separated the strong from the feeble minded. My father taught me early on that showing emotion, any kind would give your opponent the upper hand, ultimately allowing them to destroy you. That's why I was so good. I was the girl who acted like man, effectively giving me the upper hand. So crying now was a strange sensation for me, I'm not so sure I like it, all weepy and criee, like a pathetic little girl. But given my circumstance I think I was allowed to a little bit.

A sudden commotion to my right had me jumping to attention reaching for my knife but grasping only empty air. I remembered I left it in my father's office by accident. I was defenseless in the deep woods with unknown creatures out there. I really am an idiot. Glancing around on the forest floor I desperately searched for something I could use as a weapon or to defend my self with.

I picked up a decent sized stick gripping it tightly like a sword standing defensively. I waited quietly observing looking for any signs of movement any where. I would not be taken by surprise. No. It was not in my blood to be defeated. I heard it again this time a low growl followed. A wolf or whatever it was. Dodging behind a tree I waited for it to come into the opening so I could strike. He appeared, a huge gray wolf twice the size of any normal wolf. It was a monster. His nostril was pointed up sniffing, smelling,searching for me. He crept forward slowly toward where I was hiding. I peaked my head around the tree and breathed a sigh of relief, he was gone. The hairs on my back twitched, something was behind me, I turned screaming loudly, there he was, looming above me, hair standing on end, growling ferociously at me silva dripping from his mouth.

Terror struck my core, the beast looked rabid and evil like it loved to kill and took pleasure in doing so. Backing up slowly with my feeble stick cluched tightly in my hands I ducked behind a tree and waited. I mentally counted to three lunged out from the tree and stabbed the stick into his side thrusting it through the skin and out the back.

He howled loudly in pain his tortured cries echoing across the woods and too the sky alerting his friends of trouble. Maybe not my smartest idea. But I was desperate. I pulled the stick out it dripping with the wolves blood, or what I believe is blood, it was not red like normal blood, but a odd color I don't even know how to describe it. It was not black but a sicker color. A gruesome disgusting color. He fell to the ground snarling but I was not afraid anymore. Stabbing him again I watched as the light slowly left his eyes. Collapsing on my knees I drew ragged breaths. Never before had I been more scared in my life. A piercing pain caught my attention. My arm was gushing blood, the beast had sliced my arm exposing the bone.

Wincing in sheer pain at the sight of my torn and shredded arm. Tearing some scraps off of my shirt to wrap up my arm with. Gritting my teeth to keep from crying out audibly but in my head I was screaming like a blonde girl in a horror movie. After I finished wrapping up my arm I looked back at the body of the monster wolf thing that had tried to attack me. But instead of a wolf the mangled naked body of a boy lay where the wolf once was. A boy? A boy was there. Why was a boy there, how? What was going on? What were these things, not human no they weren't that, not animals. But both man and wolf. My mind had gone crazy ranting not making any sense whatsoever. I was defentally having a nervous break down. My heart rate was increasing, I could feel my pounding heart beneath my shirt.

Looking at the mangled bloody body I threw up. Heaving until there was nothing left in my stomach. What the hell is wrong with me? No wonder father and the council say that women are unable to have the same rights as men. I have to prove them wrong. Determination flooded through me, I gathered my strength and looked at the body, as it is I would be tried for murder so I would have to dispose of the body. At least I'm already in the woods. Now to bury it. That would be a problem. I had no shovel. But as it turned out I didn't need one. For the second time in two days I heard the growls and snarls of approaching wolves.

My cards must be up, this was my third encounter with the wolves. As the saying goes, third times the charm. I would not be surviving this encounter with the mysterious creatures my family and our people were brought up hating and hunting. It was poetic justice. I had just stood up and was searching for another weapon to use when three huge wolves bounded into the clearing. The one in the middle was a dark brown color, and the ones on either side were a lighter shade brown. Their fur was sticking on end like a cat who had run into a dog only on them they were not scared but making sure I was scared by their terrifyingness. It was working.

Knowing I would be helpless against them I dropped my stick and raised my hands in the air in surrender. They backed down seeing my submission to their strength, they walked forward toward me seeing the body of the boy-wolf thing. Sniffing the body one snarled, I jumped before I realized it was not directed at me but at the deceased boy. The third wolf looked at me as if wondering how a little thing like me could have killed it. Or why. "I'm sorry. He-he was trying to kill me I had to. I'm sorry if he was a friend or something." I quickly explained to the three angry wolves. The third wolf, the colour of carmel walked toward me sniffing me while the other two watched on intrigued.

The third wolf glanced up and down at me taking in my appearance stopping at the torn shirt wrapped around my arm. Seeing his curious eyes I unwrapped the makeshift bandage showing all three my wound the other wolf gave me. He growled at the sight of my torn mangled arm. Then whimpered at my obvious pain. "He got me but its okay, I've had worse." I assured them and my self. He whimpered at my obvious pain and licked my wound attempting to clean it and make me feel better. "Thanks." I quickly rewrapped my arm up before it got infected by the germs in the air.

"So uhh I hope you guys don't mind me asking but what are you? I may not be the smartest or the strongest but I have good common sense, that" I pointed to the body, "was a wolf, a scary evil wolf, and now it's a boy. I'm not stupid. Your like him too. Nicer but still the same. So what are you?" I asked. They all looked at each other as if asking if they should tell me or not. Barking and snarling at each other battling for dominance. Finally the dark brown wolf, the leader nodded and the third wolf, the carmel coloured one, my favorite bounded off leaving me with just the chocolate coloured wolf and the peanut buttered coloured one. It was awkward between the three of us. For wolves, who were just animals seemed to be smart thinking animals almost like humans. Could that really be possible? From the day I was having probably.

"Hello, bella, how are you?" A shirtless boy of maybe nineteen emerged from the trees. He had light brown hair that was not short but not long. And soft brown eyes. I felt like I had seen them before somewhere. "Hi, who are you?" I asked hesitantly. He smiled gently at me walking forward toward me. "Don't you remember? You just saw me." I was confused by that the only one I had just seen was the wolf. The wolf. Realization dawned on me and I stumbled backwards away from him. "You were the wolf. What are you? All of you?" Glancing around to everyone of them trying to find a way of escape but they had me blocked in. "Hey don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, we're good, you said so yourself. I'll tell you but you have to promise not to freak out, okay?" I nodded my aggreeance. "We, my brothers and I and that boy over there are not normal beings as you probably already figured out. We're a ancient race of creatures older than humans themselves. We are werewolves."